Lynn:
It was painted red, stripe was white.
It was 18 feet from bow to stern light
2nd hand from dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get 'er
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love and made of water
Ran it for years till the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood that'll never forgotten it was
Just an old plywood boat
75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, 2 hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would turn it shore line, and make it wide
He'd say ya can't beat the way an old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was the king of the ocean, when daddy let me drive
(Breaks)
Lynn:
Just an old ½ ton, short-bed ford
My uncle bought new, in '64
Daddy got it right.
Cause the engine was smokin'
Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'
He'd let me drive 'er when we'd haul off of a load
Down a dirt strip, where we'd dump trash off Thigpen Road
I would sit on the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like an hero that just received his medal
It was just an old hand-me-down ford
With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would press that clutch
And I would, keep it right
He'd say, a little slower son; you're doing just fine
Just a dirt road with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now
Three daughters of my own
I let them drive my old jeep
Across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile
And say
It was just an old worn out jeep
Rusty old floor boards
Hot on my feet
A young girl,, two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, turn it left
And steer it right
Straighten up girl now, you're doing just fine
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy let me drive
Daddy let me drive
Oh he let me, drive
It's just an old plywood boat
With a 75 johnson
With electric choke
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Requiem For A Loud
SpiritualThis is a fan fiction of The Loud House called Requiem For A loud. I want to make this because it inspired me to understand that sometimes you have to make time for the people you love. This takes place in the series of Lincoln loud and his family...